We once more find ourselves at the end of the year. This year has been spectacularly long, with far more worries about the state of the nation and of the world than we usually have; not to mention the seemingly tremendous number of celebrity and other notable-person deaths that have cast quite a pall over everything. It seems selfish to dwell on any personal matters, given the precarious state of Everything Bigger.
I think that people, as a whole, are glad to see the end of 2016. All the same, I think that we have not feared a new year quite as much as this one. We shall see what transpires.
For you, my faithful readers, I wish All Good Things: peace and comfort, and smatterings of joy and contentment. Have hope, always. And know you are loved, always.
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